Good news, you've traveled through time. Bad news, you've traveled to Azeroth, a world where the undead are as numerous as dogs and demons roam everywhere. Good news, you're in Stormwind City, 18 years after the Black Gate, where the undead are still far away. Bad news, you're a starving refugee in the Western Wilds. Good news, you still have a kitchen knife, which makes you a little stronger than Brother Chongba's starter. Bad news, the howling of gnolls can be heard all around. Good news, in Stormwind City not far away, there's a black dragon sister whose thighs you can hug. Bad news, how to make her not spit out a mouthful of dragon fire on you first. This chapter of the book ends.

【Team Zhutian, dark, behind the scenes. 】

This is a journey of evolution of a dark life form.

Many people call me the Lord of the Black Mist, but I am more accustomed to hearing them call me the Lord of R'lyeh.

Tags: [Warhammer] [Godslaying] [Combat] [Blood-Pumping] [Not Exactly Lighthearted]

Who is Wang Shao?

Just another nameless extra in the grand drama of deicide—the first cannon fodder to die when Lin Qiye made his entrance.

But death was only the beginning.

His soul hurtled through the void, reborn in the nightmarish crucible of the Warhammer universe. There, he learned the only truth that matters: In the face of annihilation, you trust your own strength—or you perish.

Through fire and blood, he ascended to become one of the Emperor’s chosen—a Salamanders Space Marine, clad in adamantium and faith.

Until betrayal cast him into the abyss.

Yet by the caprice of the Warp, Wang Shao awoke back on Earth, days before Lin Qiye’s fateful arrival.

This time, the so-called "gods" of this world will burn.

"I am the Emperor’s Angel of Death—and their end has come."

Transmigrator Su Tong recently discovered many people's secrets. Her classmate, a loser, is the world's largest monster; the young master of her employer's family, who works as a cook, is an eternally burning pupil magician; her online friend is actually a rich young lady in real life… As for her roommate in their cramped apartment, she is Jormungandr, the Dragon King Jormungandr! Fortunately, she is no ordinary person either, having acquired the profession [Soul Shaper], with the following talents: [Death Premonition]: Sensing those who are about to die within a 50-meter radius, in the form of a countdown. [Resurrection]: Killed lives will revive in the form of mournful servants, obeying your commands. On a night of relentless torrential rain, the fallen undead horde ignited with purple death flames, rising as an army of corpses, charging towards the one-eyed deity on the back of the eight-legged steed, causing the deity to tremble in fear! Starting with the [Soul Shaper], she begins the [Sword…]

(Lord of Mysteries fanfiction, no female lead, wrong path) "If you only had one day left to live, what would you do?" When the transmigrator opened his eyes and found a monocle embedded in his right eye, he realized something was wrong with this transmigration. He had become an Extraordinary through an "wrong" path, a Sequence Seven "Deciphering Scholar." But what did it mean that there was a countdown made of gray mist on his wrist? The moment the countdown reached zero, Nimrod suddenly understood what this countdown represented. Good news: The gray mist wool he obtained from the transmigration allowed him to exploit a bug to travel back and forth between Tingen in 1349 and Kordu in 1358. Bad news: Kordu. Now he had to tear up Ince Zangwill's script in 1349, scheme against Amon, and become a godfather of the occult garbage dump with the Celestial in 1358, searching for hope for survival in a hopeless future. Faced with the God of Deception in front and the devastating natural disaster behind, Nimrod's answer was: "...Hehe, I must survive!"...In the year 1368, at the end of July, Mr. "Mistake" announced: "Hello, fellow diviners. What I'm going to do next is change the Spirit Insect into a pink cat head."

[DND] [Baldur's Gate] [Warlock] [Goddess of Magic's Chosen] A group-playing enthusiast named Levi encounters a dump truck and wakes up in Baldur's Gate—starting with 1 health! He's a Warlock! The system is frantically popping up reminders for quests! "Is this traversal level hellish?!" Even more outrageous—his clan leader is a swordswoman who can transform into a silver-haired beauty, and the Goddess of Magic is secretly giving him private goods. While other Warlocks rely on their clan leaders for survival, he's constantly being "trained" by both the clan leader and the Goddess. In the land of Faerun, ruled by dice girls, he uses his charm level 16 to talk down NPCs and his magic to change fates. But he always fails miserably on Dexterity checks! He can dodge a giant axe, but not a priestess. When the DND meme becomes reality—"DM! Why is this Warlock so good at fighting, healing, and flirting?!" "Because... he's truly God's Chosen!" Welcome...

The overgrown Wayne Manor and the pristine and deserted Batcave.

Twenty years after Bruce fell in Crime Alley with his parents, Gotham didn't get any worse.

But it doesn't seem to be getting any better.

As the Joker wiped off his pale makeup, the young Penguin was still biding his time, and Harvey was still racking his brains to get rid of Maroni's gang.

The whole world is so real that it makes people shudder.

Maybe there is a lack of a spoonful of base wine called "extreme villain"

Maybe it lacks some embellishments of strange arts and mutants

But this does not affect the fierce taste of this "Bloody Mary".

Drink it, drink it all in one gulp!

Then, in a state of intense dizziness, witness the birth of a "heterodox" Batman.

(In the early and middle stages, you will be in the Alliance, with two identities, and a semi-dark style. In the later stages, when you have strength, you will become a pure dark style.)

Zhao Feng, who was thrown into another world by a dump truck on a rainy night, became the most humble ant in the Pokémon world - a sixteen-year-old orphan. His only asset was a shabby house that even caterpillars were unwilling to live in.

While his peers were basking in the spotlight at the gym, he clutched an expired sandwich from the convenience store, peeking at the dazzling world at the junction of neon lights and shadows.

Until the blood words appeared on the retina: [Elf Hunter System Activated]

The first mission made his pupils tremble - stealing the elves from Dr. Li Xiang's research institute.

A ghost hunter at the top of the Dark Web's bounty list, a faceless VIP at the black market auction house, a forever blurred silhouette on the Alliance's wanted list... Zhao Feng danced on the tightrope. A Charizard burned through half the black market, carving a bloody path for him, a giant black Beedrill piercing the Stalker's throat...

Under the bloody dawn, the boy and his "stolen" elves tear apart the hypocritical utopia.

But the hunter will eventually understand that all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a price tag the moment the Poké Ball is snapped.

I woke up to find myself transmigrated into the world of Devouring Star—the Golden Horned Beast, a catastrophic force in the anime! Right from the start, I was bombarded by a global fleet and almost became Luo Feng's experience point farm?

Damn it! I'm not taking this villain role!

Fortunately, my devouring talent is a bit different. Not only can I devour energy, but I can also analyze bloodlines and plunder supernatural powers! From then on, the universe opened its buffet to me. Beating up Hong and Thor was just an appetizer; traversing the starry sea and harvesting geniuses like leeks was my daily routine.

The Mountain-Sitting Guest wants to turn me into a tool for revenge? I'll devour his scheme! The Beast Catastrophe? It's nothing more than resources for my evolution.

When the "Pan," the god of nurturing the universe, wielded his reaping scythe, the entire dimension trembled. I opened my colossal maw, aiming it at that supreme rule—

"Hunter," it's time for me to take your place.

I am chaos!